We're animals. We're born like every other mammal and we live our whole lives around disguised animal thoughts.

You see mother, you had no life of your own. They have no idea. One has only a life of one's own.

Many of us who aren't farmers or gardeners still have some element of farm nostalgia in our family past, real or imagined: a secret longing for some connection to a life where a rooster crows in the yard.

The most important thing about a person is always the thing you don't know.

Hunger of the body is altogether different from the shallow, daily hunger of the belly. Those who have known this kind of hunger cannot entirely love, ever again, those who have not.

The happiest people are the ones with the most community.

Growing food was the first activity that gave us enough prosperity to stay in one place, form complex social groups, tell our stories, and build our cities.